Singing Butler

In that season,
summer with rain,
I was a bargain.

The beauty of Her trance,
once it was begun,
was that I could be
more than one person.

And so it was
that I became the consort
who danced with Her
upon the endless beach
conjured by Her hypnotic speech.

And yet I was observer too,
a butler in Her livery
who sang the dancing melody.

I am many for Her amusement
and nothing without Her.

We moved gracefully in the shallows,
rhythmically through
the tide pools of the mind.

She took the most sensitive
submissively intimate parts of me
and let them drift together out to sea
where they sank more and slowly deeper
to the sounds of Her compelling music,
Her controlling harmonies.

(c) 2006, william the submissive poet

(Artwork - The Singing Butler by Jack Vettriano)